I'm no good at goodbye
You'd think that I'd be better
'Cause I say them all the time
I know that you wouldn't be surprised
To see that I'm not better off
Since I left it all behind
Buried in the memories
In a dream you call tradition
I respect the sentiment
But I don't like conditions
You know that I'm to blame
Even if you won't say the same
I can't say what's on my mind
I like to think some other time
I wasn't quite so blind
But who's to say it's cut and dry
And who's to say I'm not the one
Who feels it half the time
Buried in the memories
In a dream you call tradition
I respect the sentiment
But I don't like the bitterness
You know that you're the same
Even if you won't take the blame